Fic : The Book Cupboard (Pinto,R)
For planet_pinto who I claimed in the ontd_pinto Santa post, some fluffy AU with hot sex, just as requested!
Words : 757
Pairing : Pinto
Genre : AU Fluff/Sex
“Mr Pine! Mr Pine!”
Chris rolled his eyes as he stopped in the hallway. If he didn’t get to the teacher’s lounge soon he wouldn’t be there. “Anton, I’ve told you, you don’t have to call me Mr Pine, this is community college, not school.”
The skinny kid blushed as he held out a manila folder. “I finished my essay and I just wanted to give it to you now so you might be able to grade it before next lesson.”
Chris took the folder from him, shaking his head. “No promises Anton, okay? It’s not due for two weeks so I really don’t have the time set aside but -” He saw Anton’s face fall and softened. “Okay, by next lesson. This better be good. See you later.” He turned quickly and headed off before Anton could engage him on ‘Tess of the D’Urbervilles as a feminist call to arms’ or whatever that last essay had been about. He wasn’t too proud to break into a little jog as he neared the faculty lounge and punched the air as he saw through the window that Zach’s coat was still hanging up.
“Zach! Hi there. Coffee?”
Zach nodded and proffered his mug which was emblazoned with the words ’Drama Queen’. “Oh my God yes, I had class A today, they are complete morons, I swear.”
“I hear that. I had B2 and they can’t read. They literally can’t read.” He topped up the two mugs (his own had a picture of Shakespeare and the words ‘I am Bard Man’) and sat next to Zach on the squashy old couch that one of the other English teachers had brought from home. “You ever think of going back to school?”
“Hell no, I like being the smartest person in the building, just as I’m sure you enjoy being the second smartest.” He winked and Chris’s stomach fluttered.
“Two words - Scrabble Tournament.” He nodded towards the trophy sat on the top of a dented filing cabinet.
“Oh please, you were lucky. Besides, if i went back to school who would blow you in the book cupboard?”
Chris grinned. “Am I right in thinking this is a free period for you Mr Quinto?”
“Why yes Mr Pine, it is.”
“Would you care to join me in the book cupboard? The texts are in most disturbing disorder.”
- - -
“How do we have so many copies of ‘Great Expectations’? We don’t even teach it...Ow!” Chris flinched as Zach nipped his neck, his hands already making their way up Chris’s chest.
“Please tell me you’re not letting the reckless spending of the English department distract you from the award winning blowjob you’re about to get.” Zach kissed him on the lips and then made his way down Chris’s chin and along his jaw. He popped the button on Chris’s jeans and whispered in his ear. “This is just a taste of what you’re getting later. I’m going to hold you down and make you scream English boy. I’m going to make you beg to hear me recite my entire monologue repertoire from college, including ‘A Taste of Honey’ where my northern English accent was absolutely diabolical.”
“Mine’s amazing. Oooooh, God!” Chris’s head fell back as Zach swallowed him down. He twisted his fingers in Zach’s hair and scrunched his eyes shut, focusing on the blissful sucking. Zach’s hands were on Chris’s hips, his thumbs rubbing circles over the hip bones. They had done this so many times that Chris could guess every movement of his tongue and his fingers. He knew, for instance, that when Zach’s fingers stop moving he could thrust a little, and that when he whimpered it meant he needed to come, so Chris had to hurry along. After three years, these things became routine, but God knows it wasn’t boring. Chris started to pant as Zach bobbed his head and gently dug his fingertips into Chris’s ass. Seconds later Chris came hard and lurched backwards,wobbling the bookshelf and sending sixty copies of ‘Emma’ tumbling onto Zach’s head.
“Ow! God dammit Chris, again?!” Zach rubbed his head and Chris reached out to pull him up.
“I’m sorry, it’s really your fault for making me...jolt.” Chris smirked and pulled Zach into a hug. “So....wanna continue this later? I’ll let you do your monologue, even the awful Taste of Honey.”
“Hmmm, I guess. Cook for me?”
Chris smiled and gave Zach a squeeze. “Sometimes I think that’s all you married me for.”
Words : 757
Pairing : Pinto
Genre : AU Fluff/Sex
“Mr Pine! Mr Pine!”
Chris rolled his eyes as he stopped in the hallway. If he didn’t get to the teacher’s lounge soon he wouldn’t be there. “Anton, I’ve told you, you don’t have to call me Mr Pine, this is community college, not school.”
The skinny kid blushed as he held out a manila folder. “I finished my essay and I just wanted to give it to you now so you might be able to grade it before next lesson.”
Chris took the folder from him, shaking his head. “No promises Anton, okay? It’s not due for two weeks so I really don’t have the time set aside but -” He saw Anton’s face fall and softened. “Okay, by next lesson. This better be good. See you later.” He turned quickly and headed off before Anton could engage him on ‘Tess of the D’Urbervilles as a feminist call to arms’ or whatever that last essay had been about. He wasn’t too proud to break into a little jog as he neared the faculty lounge and punched the air as he saw through the window that Zach’s coat was still hanging up.
“Zach! Hi there. Coffee?”
Zach nodded and proffered his mug which was emblazoned with the words ’Drama Queen’. “Oh my God yes, I had class A today, they are complete morons, I swear.”
“I hear that. I had B2 and they can’t read. They literally can’t read.” He topped up the two mugs (his own had a picture of Shakespeare and the words ‘I am Bard Man’) and sat next to Zach on the squashy old couch that one of the other English teachers had brought from home. “You ever think of going back to school?”
“Hell no, I like being the smartest person in the building, just as I’m sure you enjoy being the second smartest.” He winked and Chris’s stomach fluttered.
“Two words - Scrabble Tournament.” He nodded towards the trophy sat on the top of a dented filing cabinet.
“Oh please, you were lucky. Besides, if i went back to school who would blow you in the book cupboard?”
Chris grinned. “Am I right in thinking this is a free period for you Mr Quinto?”
“Why yes Mr Pine, it is.”
“Would you care to join me in the book cupboard? The texts are in most disturbing disorder.”
- - -
“How do we have so many copies of ‘Great Expectations’? We don’t even teach it...Ow!” Chris flinched as Zach nipped his neck, his hands already making their way up Chris’s chest.
“Please tell me you’re not letting the reckless spending of the English department distract you from the award winning blowjob you’re about to get.” Zach kissed him on the lips and then made his way down Chris’s chin and along his jaw. He popped the button on Chris’s jeans and whispered in his ear. “This is just a taste of what you’re getting later. I’m going to hold you down and make you scream English boy. I’m going to make you beg to hear me recite my entire monologue repertoire from college, including ‘A Taste of Honey’ where my northern English accent was absolutely diabolical.”
“Mine’s amazing. Oooooh, God!” Chris’s head fell back as Zach swallowed him down. He twisted his fingers in Zach’s hair and scrunched his eyes shut, focusing on the blissful sucking. Zach’s hands were on Chris’s hips, his thumbs rubbing circles over the hip bones. They had done this so many times that Chris could guess every movement of his tongue and his fingers. He knew, for instance, that when Zach’s fingers stop moving he could thrust a little, and that when he whimpered it meant he needed to come, so Chris had to hurry along. After three years, these things became routine, but God knows it wasn’t boring. Chris started to pant as Zach bobbed his head and gently dug his fingertips into Chris’s ass. Seconds later Chris came hard and lurched backwards,wobbling the bookshelf and sending sixty copies of ‘Emma’ tumbling onto Zach’s head.
“Ow! God dammit Chris, again?!” Zach rubbed his head and Chris reached out to pull him up.
“I’m sorry, it’s really your fault for making me...jolt.” Chris smirked and pulled Zach into a hug. “So....wanna continue this later? I’ll let you do your monologue, even the awful Taste of Honey.”
“Hmmm, I guess. Cook for me?”
Chris smiled and gave Zach a squeeze. “Sometimes I think that’s all you married me for.”